8.05.2011

words for your weekend

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've readEvery time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else insteadDown the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin' glory

You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise aboveAnd I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of loveAnd that makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coatsBlowing through the letters that we wroteIdiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelvesWe're idiots, babeIt's a wonder we can even feed ourselves

-Bob Dylan, "Idiot Wind" from Blood on the Tracks (1975)

No one writes heartbreak and longing better than Mr. Zimmerman. I've had this album on repeat for the past few days, and I'm sure it will continue through the warm weekend ahead.

2 comments:

I found your blog through tumblr, and so glad I did! I was just discussing the "Blood on the Tracks" Bob Dylan album with my friend. I recommended "Idiot Wind" and "Buckets of Rain" as my two favorite songs from the album.Love your blog, and now following!